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I cry out. “Yes, please, just like that!”
“You’re a fucking goddess,” Drake laughs as I suck him hard. “Oh, fuck, yes!” He grabs my head and keeps me in place, thrusting himself deep until I feel him shooting down my throat.
Orion grunts faster, goes harder, then slaps me again before he grabs hold of my hips and lets himself go, coming inside me. I feel him pulsating, my core tightening and clenching around his cock as he spills his seed.
By the time I close my lips around Kai’s cock, he’s ready to rumble, and I swallow every drop while his hands caress my face.
“I’m gonna pass out,” I warn them as the pressure builds up in my core. “Oh, God, this is incredible.”
“Give us everything, Nadia. Every fucking drop,” Orion says.
I look at Drake deep into his green eyes as his fingers tease and squeeze a third orgasm out of me. I can’t see anything anymore. I can only hear myself crying out, coming again and again, exploding like a supernova as the men close ranks around me, as their hands roam up and down my body, and their heat seeps into me.
It’s everything I wanted and wilder than anything I had imagined. It’s more than I anticipated, and it is dangerously addictive. My pussy aches in the best possible way, and judging by the hungry looks in Orion, Kai, and Drake’s eyes, they’re not done with me for the night.
8
Drake
It is the one thing that wasn’t supposed to happen.
From the moment Michael Kessler called me and said he needed a favor concerning Nadia, I had a feeling it would lead to some kind of trouble. I’ve known Nadia since she was born. We were kids back then, but we’re grown men now.
And Nadia is all woman.
A beautiful angel with a dirty soul has the three of us hooked, wrapped around her finger like we’re nothing more than puppets. We spend our nights buried deep inside her and our days trying to keep trouble from the clubhouse.
Nobody knows, not even Paddy. Nadia is our secret, and we intend to keep it that way for as long as possible.
When Orion told us that he was her first, I have to admit, I felt a jealous pang. I would’ve wanted to be there. Kai, too. But it’s all right. We more than made up for it when we claimed her together.
Nadia may have come to us a virgin, but her spirit is the feistiest I’ve ever come across. I want to peel away at her, one layer at a time, until I know all and conquer all. And I am well aware that Orion and Kai are just as befuddled, just as hungry. How can they not be? Fucking hell, a woman like Nadia only pops up once in this lifetime.
Unfortunately, she picked the worst possible time. “More wine?” Michael asks when the waiter stops by our table.
“Yes, please,” I reply with a kind smile.
Once a month, Nadia’s father and I meet over lunch to talk business outside the MC. I have some investments to make, and I need his advice on certain accounting aspects where his expertise comes in handy.
I may be an Iron Horse, but there’s more to me than just running the club. I’m the numbers man, and I’ve made a ton of money with this brain of mine. My old man hated me for it. He tried to beat it out of me.
But Quicksilver protected me. He helped me when I was on my own and when I needed a way forward. Thanks to his support, I emerged from a dark era. I was able to pull through for Orion and Kai when they needed me.
One man helped another, and the favor shifted until the whole of Iron Horse MC came back into the light, ready to face a new decade and a new direction.
“How’s the club?” Michael eyes me intently.
I take a sip of my wine, briefly staring at the half-eaten medium rare steak on my plate. “Good,” I say. “We’ve had better days, but that’s the downside of changing a company’s business profile altogether. I’m sure you understand.”
“It takes a while to go legit,” he replies. “But I’m glad you boys decided to do that. Your fathers wouldn’t have agreed, but as long as you have the members’ support, Paddy’s included, you’re golden.”
“We have that, yes,” I say. “It’s the suppliers who keep giving us a hard time.”
He nods in understanding, his gaze wandering around the restaurant. It’s a sprawling terrace overlooking the Pacific Ocean, nestled away from the hustle and bustle of midday Anaheim. It’s nice and quiet, and they have one of the best grass-fed Wagyu steaks on this side of the continent.
Quicksilver is also one of the owners, so he conducts most of his out-of-office business meetings over a plate of pasta and a glass of wine while still pouring money into his own pocket. He's a smart man. There’s a lot I’ve yet to learn from him, which makes me all the more uncomfortable sitting across the table from him while also rabidly fucking his daughter. The mere thought of Nadia’s voice, the sound she makes when she comes, is enough to tighten my pants. I need more wine.
“The suppliers will always be expensive when your goal is to no longer pay them in the long term,” Michael says. However, if you pay them off and manage to send new business their way, they will leave you alone.”
